<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:36:43.285-07:00</updated><category term='Havos'/><category term='Marc Abaya'/><category term='Late'/><category term='KSA'/><category term='Yosi'/><category term='choco'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='Bulge'/><category term='government'/><category term='Life Saver'/><category term='Singing Out Loud'/><category term='MC'/><category term='Baguio City'/><category term='touch my body'/><category term='passengers'/><category term='margarita'/><category term='Letter'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='Gago'/><category term='KFC'/><category term='pizza pasta'/><category term='food'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Love'/><category term='el cuento'/><category term='Igurot'/><category term='Braces'/><category term='Samsung'/><category term='thought'/><category term='attica'/><category term='Shang'/><category term='Toyota'/><category term='Bad start'/><category term='Top Chef'/><title type='text'>kurant master in brightside</title><subtitle type='html'>hold my hand, let's go on a journey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-6305719238532380084</id><published>2009-03-17T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:49:22.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquered Fear: Surfing</title><content type='html'>I never thought surfing could be so much fun. First I really don't know how to swim and second I really fear those big waves. But all things changed after trying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my date (he's really special to me), and two of his roxy girl friends went to La Union last weekend to surf. They all are veterans and I'm just a beginner. At first I thought I would just try it just for the sake that 'hey I tried it'. But after all the rides, the struggles and face-smashing-waves, I told myself "I'm doing this again and again and again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As beginner, I can say I did good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always nice to learn more things. I've always been active when I was younger and I guess I have to be active again. This time not with Ball Games, but with a surf board and the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks babe for introducing me to your friends and the wonderful world of Surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'steg...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-6305719238532380084?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6305719238532380084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=6305719238532380084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/6305719238532380084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/6305719238532380084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2009/03/conquered-fear-surfing.html' title='Conquered Fear: Surfing'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-7438705050808011761</id><published>2009-02-17T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T02:29:31.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Out</title><content type='html'>Velentine's Day celeb was a blast. I went out with some of my close gay friends and we called the night "The Blonde Singles Night-out". Yes I am now single. I had no time to write it down here in my blog. First, I was to busy with work. And second, I just don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started at Chilli's in GB5, then BED Bar, and ended having breakfast in Next Door Makati. Solid, gabi hanggang umaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm looking forward to more Night-outs. &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ATFCHE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SZqPg-DmwjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VVorpfabJ3o/s1600-h/blg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SZqPg-DmwjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VVorpfabJ3o/s400/blg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303709307758887474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM (red) and ME (blue) after dinner at Chilli's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-7438705050808011761?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7438705050808011761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=7438705050808011761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/7438705050808011761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/7438705050808011761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2009/02/night-out.html' title='Night Out'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SZqPg-DmwjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VVorpfabJ3o/s72-c/blg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-5021318615905988580</id><published>2009-02-05T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:20:56.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom wants an APO</title><content type='html'>Okay ma, next please... not for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-5021318615905988580?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5021318615905988580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=5021318615905988580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/5021318615905988580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/5021318615905988580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2009/02/mom-wants-apo.html' title='Mom wants an APO'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-2134273311612892952</id><published>2009-01-20T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:29:54.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MC'/><title type='text'>A Son</title><content type='html'>My dad left early this morning for &lt;strong&gt;KSA&lt;/strong&gt;. It was sad. I wasn't there to bring him to the airport so we exchanged some few words thru text instead. The parting words we had were hearthwarming and very much son-and-dad relationship. The thoughts we had was just like of in a soap-opera. "&lt;strong&gt;I'm Proud of you&lt;/strong&gt;", I said. Telling my dad that I'm proud of him felt oh so good. It's the first time I told him that and will now always make him feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom on the other hand is for sure very sad as well. We were texting and yes, she was sad. I'm thinking of my mom as a star on her own MTV. She's like standing by the window area, few tears flowing out of her eyes while she's holding her I guess 10 pairs of Havaianas. And the song: &lt;strong&gt;I stay In Love with you by MC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Dying inside cause&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it&lt;br /&gt;Make up a break up&lt;br /&gt;Can't take this madness&lt;br /&gt;We don't even&lt;br /&gt;Really know why&lt;br /&gt;All I know is baby&lt;br /&gt;I try and try so hard&lt;br /&gt;To keep our love alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dont' know me&lt;br /&gt;At this point&lt;br /&gt;Then I highly&lt;br /&gt;Doubt you ever will&lt;br /&gt;I really need you&lt;br /&gt;To give me&lt;br /&gt;That unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;I used to feelIt's no mistaking&lt;br /&gt;We're just erasing&lt;br /&gt;From our hearts&lt;br /&gt;And minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know we said let go&lt;br /&gt;But I kept on hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Inside I know it's over&lt;br /&gt;You're really gone&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me&lt;br /&gt;Cause there ain't nothing&lt;br /&gt;That I can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep on&lt;br /&gt;Telling myself&lt;br /&gt;That you'll come&lt;br /&gt;Back around&lt;br /&gt;And I try to front&lt;br /&gt;Like "oh well"&lt;br /&gt;Each time you let me down&lt;br /&gt;See I can't get over you now&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;But baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;BabyI stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cuts so deep&lt;br /&gt;It hurts down to my soul&lt;br /&gt;My friends tell me&lt;br /&gt;I ain't the same no more&lt;br /&gt;We still need each other&lt;br /&gt;When we stumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;How we gon' ac&lt;br /&gt;tLike what we had&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' at all now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;What I wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;wish i got next to you&lt;br /&gt;With the top down&lt;br /&gt;Like we used to&lt;br /&gt;Hit the block&lt;br /&gt;Proud in the SUV&lt;br /&gt;We both know&lt;br /&gt;Our heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;Can we learn&lt;br /&gt;From our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I can't last&lt;br /&gt;One moment alone&lt;br /&gt;Now go I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said let go&lt;br /&gt;But I kept on hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Inside I know it's over&lt;br /&gt;You're really gone&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me&lt;br /&gt;Cause there ain't nothing&lt;br /&gt;That I can do&lt;br /&gt;BabyI stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep onTelling myself&lt;br /&gt;That you'll come&lt;br /&gt;Back around&lt;br /&gt;And I try to front&lt;br /&gt;Like "oh well"&lt;br /&gt;Each time you let me down&lt;br /&gt;See I can't get over you&lt;br /&gt;Now no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said let go&lt;br /&gt;But I kept on hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Inside I know it's over&lt;br /&gt;You're really gone&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me&lt;br /&gt;Cause there ain't nothing&lt;br /&gt;That I can do&lt;br /&gt;BabyI stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep on&lt;br /&gt;telling myself&lt;br /&gt;That you'll come&lt;br /&gt;Back around&lt;br /&gt;And I try to front&lt;br /&gt;Like "oh well"&lt;br /&gt;Each time you let me down&lt;br /&gt;See I can't get over you&lt;br /&gt;Now no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;But baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I stay in loveLove&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I stay in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mommy talaga baklang bakla. I love you mom.*** Oh well, here goes another LSS for me. I'll go munch my Flat Tops Chocolate now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We should always consider our parents' feelings. We should love them and bombard them with just love love love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-2134273311612892952?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2134273311612892952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=2134273311612892952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/2134273311612892952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/2134273311612892952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/son.html' title='A Son'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-1742192135043952995</id><published>2009-01-16T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:42:29.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singing Out Loud'/><title type='text'>Im Yours</title><content type='html'>Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracksNow I'm trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;Before the cool done run outI'll be giving it my bestest&lt;br /&gt;And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;We're just one big family&lt;br /&gt;And It's our God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooch on over closer dear&lt;br /&gt;And i will nibble your ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;But my breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;And so I drew a new face and laughed&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm be saying is there ain't no better reason&lt;br /&gt;To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It's what we aim to doOur name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours&lt;br /&gt;Please don't, please don't, please don't&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Cause our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This oh this this is out fate, I'm yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-1742192135043952995?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-2649557834931181560</id><published>2009-01-11T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:17:55.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip</title><content type='html'>The trip was fun. There's a lot of adjectives to describe Baguio. But one thing's for sure, every time I visit the place, it get better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake (Twisted Tomato), sure the pasalubongs are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the car blessed Sunday afternoon. We were supposed to have it blessed Saturday but there were a lot of stop overs so we had it pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baguio is superb. It's like having an orgasm, ejaculating, cumming 10x better. I really don't know how to explain how happy I was. I was like a kid licking his first dick este ice cream. Haha. Sobra lamig. Kase, I'm a person who'd rather stay in a place that is cold kesa mainit. And the bonus, there's a lot of good looking guys in Baguio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly had a break down after spending thousands for pasalubongs alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fight with Mr. Bottle, so I went out with JM and some of his friends. Gone bar chilling and I'm now in their hotel room getting myself busy/drunk while talking to Darius, JM's friend. Darius is from Cebu. His flight is today at 4pm back to Cebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Outta my head...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-2649557834931181560?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2649557834931181560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=2649557834931181560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/2649557834931181560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/2649557834931181560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/trip.html' title='The Trip'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-8960842603173040853</id><published>2009-01-09T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:30:30.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baguio City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toyota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Igurot'/><title type='text'>Weekend Itenirary</title><content type='html'>Im heading to Baguio City in a few hours. I'm meeting my family in Trinoma at around 10am as it's the nearest landmark going up-North (unless thay're willing to pick me up here in Makati).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad bought a new car and just had it out from the Casa (Toyota Quezon Ave) early today. Baguio is not actually part of my weekend plan. Originally, I was supposed to spend hours working out, spend time with Mr. Bottle and go clubbing with my good friend JM. But since they (mom n dad) insisted of me joining them, wala ako nagawa. I guess it's also a good time for me to bond with my dad as he's leaving yet again in a few days overseas. We'll pass by Manaoag in Pangasinan to have the car blessed (a pinoy tradition for brandnew properties) and go straight Baguio City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be back Sunday night as they need to have the car checked in Toyota Quezon Ave by Monday morning to know its performance mileage maintainance ek ek. At the same time, I need..must..should..have to be back by Sunday (Makati) coz there's a lot of things to do (haircut, gym, laundry and sex).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my friend kung may Fitness First in Baguio, &lt;strong&gt;gago&lt;/strong&gt; as she said, vacation nga eh. Ayan, namura tuloy ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I hope all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you guys know what happend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babe, I'll see you on Sunday or Monday. I'll bring you pasalubong, igurot you want?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-8960842603173040853?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8960842603173040853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=8960842603173040853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/8960842603173040853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/8960842603173040853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-itenirary.html' title='Weekend Itenirary'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-744215449019525323</id><published>2009-01-08T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:40:21.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Fit</title><content type='html'>Christmas is over and I'm looking forward for summer. My favorite season. I'm getting serious again working out. You know, going to the biatch I mean beach with lotsa beer and music. Tan, tan, tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a guiltless holiday and ate everything that I want. I promised myself that after the Christmas season, I'll be healthy again. So here I go again, doing all the diets. But I won't starve myself like the Olsen twins. I still eat what I want in moderation ofcourse. Tuna, Hi-protein Milk, Banana, Wheat and Oats are some of my staple food now. Plus my fave Chicharitos (BBQ, Vinegar &amp;amp; Garlic, and Original)! Sarap. It's chicharon in a foil. You could get it sa suking Ministop at 34php or 30 php here sa 9th Flr of Filam Tower (It's where I work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I lost 150 Cals earlier. Wahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-744215449019525323?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/744215449019525323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=744215449019525323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/744215449019525323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/744215449019525323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-fit.html' title='Getting Fit'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-6108496101660575019</id><published>2009-01-07T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:14:29.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touch my body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad start'/><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>Too clueless I dont know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been what? almost a month since I last blogged. Been too lazy to write something. Naipon na lahat ng nangyari the past days not to forget the holidays and I'm still working on my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, let's start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home to QC to spend it with my loving family. Yey, gift giving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEWYEAR's EVE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home to QC, some videoke with my cuz's, a lot of wine, went straight ahead back to Makati to celebrate a bigbang with Mr. Bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE NORMAL DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some bad moments with Mr. Bottle. We Almost lost 'love'. How good is that? Happy 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFTER THE NORMAL DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Botle and I is giving it a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear 2009 Fairy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make my year good! Better! Best! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, I'm devoting myself, my time, my life again to fitness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not quiting yosi but I'm trying really hard to minimize it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not getting drunk again very soon, I promise!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, make this a better year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;The Kurant Master.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** While writing this, I'm listening to Mariah's Touch My Body and damn it was good!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-6108496101660575019?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6108496101660575019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=6108496101660575019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/6108496101660575019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/6108496101660575019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-8533233179194847922</id><published>2008-12-11T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:12:42.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Chef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Itanan Mo Ako</title><content type='html'>After dinner lastnight, I switched the TV on, turned the channel to 2nd Avenue and relaxed. That time, i've been thinking of getting a bottle or two of beer and just booz myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Undecided, I just watched 'Top Chef' and see the contenders do their thing (the Chinese guy won the challenge). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nagtext asawa ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He: " How are you? I'm on my way to work. I love you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "I'm good but bored. Gusto ko magbeer".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He: "Bored? Gawan mo na lang ako love letter" (Write a love letter for me instead)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Love you!" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Thank you baby, now I have something to do. Ok! I decided to get my pen and a piece of paper to have this on draft. Wow! Classic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel so lucky that my loving babe never get tired to be so sweet even if I'm not in the mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, here's a simple note for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Bottle, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You make me complete.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love You.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(There's no other way I wanted my life be at this time. I will still choose being with you.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's grow old together.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I eagerly responded to you when you sent me a message early today saying: "Itanan mo ako.")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kurant Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. I still had beer last night. I can't resist drunkness =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is us in Shang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Bottle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SUDcs6wwnuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RleQTCx9ApM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278461427524345570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SUDcs6wwnuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RleQTCx9ApM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kurant Master (Me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SUDcs5XwhKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/67l9Lfo6ADg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278461427151045794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SUDcs5XwhKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/67l9Lfo6ADg/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SUDLjDsMYPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nkw97IlYofs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-8533233179194847922?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8533233179194847922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=8533233179194847922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/8533233179194847922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/8533233179194847922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/itanan-mo-ako.html' title='Itanan Mo Ako'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SUDcs6wwnuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RleQTCx9ApM/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-7771208496094669469</id><published>2008-12-04T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:29:56.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samsung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bulge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yosi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Yes. He Loves Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SThnGPZi01I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZrWHgvQV8-w/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276080320375083858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SThnGPZi01I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZrWHgvQV8-w/s400/hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was around 4pm, my bestfriend Leila woke me up to get something in my room. Unfortunately, I never get the chance to sleep again. Anyway, we're both awake and decided to phone KFC for a delightful meal. I had their famous bowl (take note, large) and a soda. She had fried Chicken and some salad. After eating and a long comparison of our Samsung Phones, I suddenly thought of my loving spouse Mr. Bottle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lit a smoke.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Bakit ako minahal ng taong to&lt;/strong&gt;? Napamura pa siya ng hindi ako nakapag text kanina." (why does he love me? He even cursed when I wasn't able to reply to his text message). Mr. Bottle did not curse me, it was the situation he's mad about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: "&lt;em&gt;Pucha naman tong buhay na to! Mahal na mahal kita eh&lt;/em&gt;." (Damn this life! I love you so much!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reaction was: &lt;strong&gt;whatta F&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsindi pa ako ng isa pang yosi (yet another smoke for Kurant Master. Ding Ding Ding!). I can't believe that someone who's 10 yrs older than me just said that. Wow, ang sweet ng asawa ko (He's so sweet). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said thet he left his ex-bf for 3 years for me? Yes he did. Well partly I mean. He said that he's not growing with him any longer and both of them were stuck in a situation where they really don't know where their lives will go. Naghahatakan sila (They're pulling each other down). Obviously, it was not a good sign for both of 'em. It's not healthy anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I didn't like the idea that I was one of the reasons why he left the guy. I believe in Karma kase. But Mr. Bottle proved me wrong. There's a lot of reasons for me to believe him and for me to love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humiga ako sa kama ko, naka boxers lang. It's a scene he wants to see everytime he drops by to visit my place. Paikot ikot na parang baliw dahil alam kong darating ang asawa ko. Iniisip ko siya. Mahal niya ako, mahal ko siya.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking of my Babe.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived, he gave me yet again the sweetest hug and kiss. He grabbed me and went down on me. Yes, magaling siya sa rape scene. (he's good at rape scenes). No pene today. It's the first time I declined to go inside him. Demure ako today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hugged and talked to each other. I opened up the topic of him flying. Apparently, he's just waiting for his final interview for Emirates this January. There's no doubt that he'll get the post as a Flight Attendant as he has what it takes to be one. I suddenly felt sad, but composed. I know it's for his own good and he have always wanted to be an F.A. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: "Baby, pagkasama kita ang lakas lakas ko". (Baby, I'm strong whenever I am with you)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Syempre love na love kita" (Ofcourse, i love you so much)&lt;br /&gt;He: "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hmpf, iiwan mo naman ako eh (Hmpf, you'll actually leave me)&lt;br /&gt;He: "Para sa atin naman yon eh" (It's for us)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wappack! It's actually a sweet conversation. "Parang my background song na chuvachuchu by Jolina". Am I in heaven? We are a match made in heaven (chessy and malibog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe Mr. Bottle, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Monogamous ako. That I can Promise. Also, we can't avoid people staring at my bulge and I know you know why and I promise I won't do anything bad with it. That guy in Gov, don't worry I'll just talk to him when there's freebies lang from Marlboro. I am just friendly. I promise to be your best GQ guy. I'll be your best fuck. Wag ka na seloso, I'm all yours. And please promise me that you are all mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, pwede ba ako mag Embassy this saturday?" (Can I go to Embassy this Saturday?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you babe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-KurantMaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-7771208496094669469?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7771208496094669469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=7771208496094669469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/7771208496094669469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/7771208496094669469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-he-loves-me.html' title='Yes. He Loves Me.'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SThnGPZi01I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZrWHgvQV8-w/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-3980574562085709716</id><published>2008-12-03T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:57:15.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Than Sex?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STbW8uaKbKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dk7UpJg67Co/s1600-h/taks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275640352249375906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STbW8uaKbKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dk7UpJg67Co/s400/taks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oohh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The balls, yes the balls.&lt;br /&gt;B.T.S! (Better-Than-Sex) Atleast for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Takoyaki&lt;/strong&gt;. My soul food slash comfort food. Why? I don't know. It's yummy. Most of the people I know hate it. Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yuck"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Gross"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kadiri ka"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Parang Hilaw!" (uncooked?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"anu yan?" (what's that?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takoyaki is a Japanese street food. Imagine toknene (quail egg with an orange batter) only softer , filled with some veggies, squid, and I don't know what in earth is there that made it so good. Infact, it is healthier than our local toknene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck? It's never yucky. It is just different. Not the usual balls that we eat. (the edible one)&lt;br /&gt;Parang Hilaw? (uncooked?) No it's not! Yes it may look and taste hilaw but it is so well cooked. It is so tender like Mr. Bottle's lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STbjybDD0wI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7JLgxKxWheU/s1600-h/taks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275654468904669954" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STbjybDD0wI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7JLgxKxWheU/s400/taks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory lane:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first tasted it when I was around 7yr.s old. My mom would usually bring me to SM North Edsa to do some shopping. She would always pass-by to this small kiosk named Samurai Food. Thank God for my mom, she introduced me to Takoyaki (or what she calls Samurai Balls).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to visit the Night Bazaar in A.Venue, there's a booth there where you could get a good Takoyaki. A must try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-3980574562085709716?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3980574562085709716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=3980574562085709716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/3980574562085709716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/3980574562085709716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/better-than-sex.html' title='Better Than Sex?'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STbW8uaKbKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dk7UpJg67Co/s72-c/taks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-873085662026283417</id><published>2008-12-01T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:26:40.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. My Dear Flops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQNb1palEI/AAAAAAAAADY/pGFL9srnpBg/s1600-h/rip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274855835466110018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQNb1palEI/AAAAAAAAADY/pGFL9srnpBg/s400/rip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; December 15, 2007 - Novermber 29, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Havaianas Surf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I will always remember all the good and bad times we've shared. You were my number 1 fan, my savior and my pal".&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You saved me from hassles of life. You protected my dainty feet from the heat of the road. You guided me whenever we see a sign that says &lt;strong&gt;'slippery when wet'&lt;/strong&gt;. You were my knight-shining-armor whenever there's a creepy crawling creature that haunts me at night. You slap them without any hesitations. You were my only accessory apart from my body forming board shorts whenever I'm in the beach. I feel sexy with you. You make the boys stare, not at me but damn it, it was you! We even flew together on an airplane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if wasn't able to save you from that man. The man who stepped on you and made you suffer and snap. I was trying to revive you. I was really trying hard but I failed. Good thing your cousin 'sneakers' was in my bag. He comforted me when I bid goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To you old man, I will never forget the day you stepped on my dear Flops. You killed my dear flops! I hope your flops get killed, smashed, eaten by a dog, and all that jazz too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your spirit will remain. I bought a new one today and I know he'll be as great as you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Ice, I know I can trust you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Ever Loving Surf:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQMUdKmUBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Kr1CuokN8lE/s1600-h/havs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274854609123692562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQMUdKmUBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Kr1CuokN8lE/s400/havs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Ice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQN9GewqRI/AAAAAAAAADg/OHpUMoYSJ9c/s1600-h/hv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274856406920505618" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQN9GewqRI/AAAAAAAAADg/OHpUMoYSJ9c/s400/hv1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-873085662026283417?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/873085662026283417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=873085662026283417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/873085662026283417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/873085662026283417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/rip-my-dear-flops.html' title='R.I.P. My Dear Flops'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQNb1palEI/AAAAAAAAADY/pGFL9srnpBg/s72-c/rip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-6719150390632122562</id><published>2008-11-26T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:10:37.357-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el cuento'/><title type='text'>Blog to be Blogged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SS1u9rVLFQI/AAAAAAAAADI/UtGwPp9S7f0/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272992744603325698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SS1u9rVLFQI/AAAAAAAAADI/UtGwPp9S7f0/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Bestfriend Leila emailed me yesterday to have her &lt;strong&gt;blog, blogged&lt;/strong&gt; in my &lt;strong&gt;blog!&lt;/strong&gt; hahah! &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here it goes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hoy!&lt;br /&gt;Can you add this to your blog. Don't create an account for me, just add this! Di ko alam pano imanage yan (I dont know how to manage it) haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;what's in a word???&lt;br /&gt;hmmm......&lt;br /&gt;to hell with the word "well"&lt;br /&gt;If you would ask my BestfFriend, the infamous "kurantmaster" what's with the word "well" he'll probably say "balon"... hehe&lt;br /&gt;la lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 30 mins avail and my inkling feeling to go home is starting to show...&lt;br /&gt;That's Why I kindly ask my BestFriend "kurantmaster" to add this blog of nothing - ness of mine..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yah! yah! yah! I know I'm such a loser since I can't access the net... due to the extent of my sup's peripheral vision.. hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So to you my BestFriend " KURANTMASTER" pLS just add this to your blog...&lt;br /&gt;advice of the day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make sure you wake up to dream for another day of happiness..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..life is such an ever-changing&lt;br /&gt;stint of gamble...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..so do what you want and be prepared for its consequences...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's all folks..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to be continued nlng...&lt;br /&gt;may istorbo eh.."welcome to chase....@#!$"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My word on it, "well" Leila thanks for this "nothing-ness" of yours. It's so soulful, powerful and meaningful. But I really loved it. It's a bit of spice to my ever-interesting blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are actually correct in saying "&lt;strong&gt;life is a gamble&lt;/strong&gt;". For me, it's really how you play with it. It's actually you who could manage both your life and its destiny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway Leila, when you create your own blog, you can name it as the "&lt;strong&gt;jaigermeister queen&lt;/strong&gt;". Coz you are! You really are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow nostalgia.. Remeber that day when we usually go to the now-defunct El Cuento in Glorietta 4(where you can find Heaven n Eggs now). Pizza, beer and a shot of Jaiger! Miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I checked on google about El Cuento Restaurant and there is one in Zambales. However, the one there is a resort, bar and resto. I wonder if they're related =) Thanks Google!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-6719150390632122562?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6719150390632122562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=6719150390632122562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/6719150390632122562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/6719150390632122562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-to-be-blogged.html' title='Blog to be Blogged'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SS1u9rVLFQI/AAAAAAAAADI/UtGwPp9S7f0/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-7976127246276642716</id><published>2008-11-24T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:23:30.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza pasta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passengers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='margarita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>I Won but We Lost!</title><content type='html'>On my previous blog entry, I mentioned about me and the loving Mr. Bottle's war for our Saturday's date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here it goes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to meet up at around 2pm. But I informed him that I haven't slept because I came from the previous night's shift. Since he's a natural good man (he's the good man and I am the boner hahaha), he let me rest for the mean time. Zzzz Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSs-3-D_I0I/AAAAAAAAADA/gb3QoPlMR9A/s1600-h/hart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272376920040743746" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSs-3-D_I0I/AAAAAAAAADA/gb3QoPlMR9A/s400/hart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He arrived in my pad at around 6pm, and woke me up with a sweet kiss (how could I resist Mr. Bottle's kiss? Tell me how to resist a kiss from a spouse who had a billboard along edsa, and have been a face of some phone cards. Those eyes, lips, and sweet touch, Irresistible).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a faithful, loving spouse but we're late for our date.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won but we lost!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We arrived in Glorietta at around 7:30pm (good thing my pad's like a few blocks away from the ever famous Glorietta). We're now starving. &lt;strong&gt;Yes we're normal Pinoys and as you know if a couple or a group is hungry and wonders "where to eat?" the typical answer would always be "Ikaw, Kahit Saan" (anywhere)&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a never ending Question and Answer until someone decides. In this case, it was me who made the decision (punyeta I'm starving big time!).&lt;/p&gt;I literally grabbed his hand and dragged him to Avenetto. Yes, the famous jampacked Avenetto. We didn't know what we really wanted to eat but the thought that we both are really hungry made us decide to order whatever we see first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My white flag goes to &lt;strong&gt;Puttanesca Pizza&lt;/strong&gt; and the wild card goes to &lt;strong&gt;Seafood-Nut Pesto&lt;/strong&gt;. When the food was served our main goal was to eat like pigs and get out of it as we are catching the next movie. After a food race match we suddenly realized that what we had are both oil based. Not a good combo. Good thing I have a reliable Evil-Deadly-Stick (Marlboro Menthol) to wipe away that yucky oily sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Bottle respects me as a man and follows my decision but we had a heart-clogging-near-to-death-experience-meal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won but we lost!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSs8c4zxH3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/bezaUwDNWGg/s1600-h/pass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272374255750815602" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSs8c4zxH3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/bezaUwDNWGg/s400/pass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After the near-to-death-experience, we went straight ahead to G4 (Glorietta 4) to watch a movie. It was around 8:15pm and the next film would start at 8:30pm. And guess what the movie is? The Passengers (Anne Hathway! I Love you!). We're just right on time (good thing we ate like pigs). I was really excited 'coz first it is my idol who's playing the lead role, and second it's a suspense flick. While waiting for my turn to get tickets, I was looking at 'The Passengers' poster and to be honest it looked cheap. But I have high hopes on the movie despite the review it had from 'some' websites. My fingers were crossed. My toes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the f*cking story short, the f*cking movie started and the f*cking movie ended just like 'that' (snapped my finger). I was shocked that the people were already leaving the big dark room and the next thing I knew, it's done. Over. I had high hopes my dear Anne! Yes you are very talented and you've shown how sexy you are on that f*cking movie but why did you f*cking accepted the f*cking role! It was dragging, boring and there were no suspense not even a bit! At all! It was melodramatic, non-sense and very predictable. I have to tone down now. My blood pressure's increasing. Yes, the critics are all correct! It was awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despite the ugly movie, I still Love Anne Hathaway. We didn't enjoy the movie though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won but we lost!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSs8ctS53fI/AAAAAAAAACw/6tfKxSob2gM/s1600-h/marg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272374252660186610" style="WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSs8ctS53fI/AAAAAAAAACw/6tfKxSob2gM/s400/marg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After the uhmm, what movie was that again?, we decided to get boozed up. It was Saturday and Mr. Bottle wanted to drink alcohol. We went to the not-so-new-but-still-hip Temple Bar. While we were sitting, I lighted a smoke, checked the bar list, and ordered a bottle of my favorite wine. The attendant came back just to say: &lt;strong&gt;'Sir, ubos na po eh, sparkling nalang meron'. (Sir, there's none left. We have Sparkling as an altrenative)&lt;/strong&gt;. No! So we just decided to leave Temple and went straight ahead to A.venue. We were checking on a cozy place in the area. 360 had a function, we are under dressed for Bureau, and too over dressed to stay at the Night Bazaar. So we just shopped around until we reached &lt;strong&gt;Attica Bar&lt;/strong&gt;. And yes, I fell in loved with the bar the moment I saw it. It is so cozy that it instantly replaced Tiananmen in my heart. The music they play were like songs from Embassy and Cuisine, solid! Wow! And what made me love it so much is the alcopops they serve. They all go in macho size which serves 4-6. We had a &lt;strong&gt;Macho Frozen Margarita&lt;/strong&gt; and shockingly, it is really macho! Why? Imagine a margarita glass, the tall one, 50x bigger. Its width is about the size of a big dinner plate just like of what's in Kitchen (the resto), and its length is like from foot to knee, inclusive of the stem of the glass ofcourse. I'm not kididng. And for just Php 800.00, it's not bad! And did I say it is really strong? Yes! It is strong. I am so inviting my bestfriend Leila in Attica one of these days. She'll love it there. Anyway, after that huge Margarita, we went off to Club Gov, it's just accross Attica. Good thing I have my guest list there so we just went straight ahead, grabbed a couple of beers and finnished our night drunk-dancing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Bottle and I had a blast. We really enjoyed our saga. Ofcourse, we're both drunk, we played reyp reypan ( the Rape game ) back home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We both won and finnished the game. Haha! Fool you!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-7976127246276642716?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7976127246276642716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=7976127246276642716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/7976127246276642716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/7976127246276642716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-won-but-we-lost.html' title='I Won but We Lost!'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSs-3-D_I0I/AAAAAAAAADA/gb3QoPlMR9A/s72-c/hart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-5796712172926034555</id><published>2008-11-21T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:02:33.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne VS Spa</title><content type='html'>Where? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bottle and I would be spending yet another weekend together. Yehey! It's actually something that I look forward to because it is when we can do what's needed to be done (Movie date, Dinner date, Laundry, Long fore plays, "too much things going in my mind I don't know what to write").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to watch Anne Hathaway's flick 'Passenger', though I've read some comments that it's plain and awful. But still, I'll go drag Mr. Bottle (I'm Anne's big fan! I have a huge crush on her). However, Mr. Bottle have something in mind. He'd like us to go to a spa and get a relaxing massage. Yikes! I'm not a big fan of massage. My body's so sensitive to the slightest touch (either my dick goes up, or I die because of those fucking kiliti &lt;tickle&gt;). Footspa will do but those full body massage, I have yet to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I smell war babe. I'm challenging you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-5796712172926034555?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5796712172926034555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=5796712172926034555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/5796712172926034555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/5796712172926034555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/anne-vs-spa.html' title='Anne VS Spa'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-8638325233227629219</id><published>2008-11-20T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:29:23.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marc Abaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Saver'/><title type='text'>Abaya Saved My Day</title><content type='html'>My day is not good. Firstly, Mr. Bottle and I had a slight argument. Why? I went out with my good officemates to have some booze, got home so drunk and all the while I thought he was at the office. 5 minutess after I landed my foot on my pad, someone was literally knocking like bang! bang! bang! Surprisingly, it was my beloved Mr. Bottle. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bakit andito ka? I thought may pasok ka?" (Why are you here? I thought You'll be working?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pinauwi ako, they need staff at night" (I was asked to go home, they need people at night)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bakit ka laseng?" (Why are you drunk?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rebut, then he ask, I rebut, He ask.... never ending Q&amp;amp;A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am so tired and sleepy, after a quick shower, I jumped off to bed and rested my drunk body. Ofcourse, malibog as he can be, I was raped. Or should I say I raped him. Haha! The argument stopped. But still, there's one question he haven't answered. &lt;strong&gt;Why are you hiding your phone!!!!??? (you!!!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in to deep slumber, I woke up late and ofcourse.... I'm late for work (I'm a call boy!)! I was literally running in my pad to get this and that. I didn't even had enough time to put on my gorgeous tie. When I reached the office, I thought I'd still make it on time, but hell no! I was two minutes behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started so stressful and I needed a reliever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsing thru the net, I saw Mark Abaya! Yey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here he goes, I'm now relaxed. He saved my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSX0GrFvdHI/AAAAAAAAACg/GbQ8CKtHRQ4/s1600-h/marc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270887334390232178" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSX0GrFvdHI/AAAAAAAAACg/GbQ8CKtHRQ4/s400/marc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSX0dG3G0-I/AAAAAAAAACo/40xT9QinAYA/s1600-h/marc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270887719802164194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSX0dG3G0-I/AAAAAAAAACo/40xT9QinAYA/s400/marc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ramon Marcelino "Marc" Abaya is one of the Philippine rock music scene's most prolific singers. He is the son of Manolo Abaya and Marilou Diaz-Abaya, two very significant people in Philippine Cinema. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He joined MTV Philippines in 2003 and became one of the VJs until the dissolution of &lt;a title="MTV Philippines" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MTV_Philippines"&gt;MTV Philippines&lt;/a&gt; under the Music Source Inc on January 1, 2007. He was not re-hired by All Youth Channels Inc, the company that operates the new MTV Philippines. Marc had hosted a variety of shows, most notably "Rockola on MTV" and "Massive". His MTV career had also gained him more widespread recognition as a host.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I would like to thank Wikipedia.com for Abaya's info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-8638325233227629219?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8638325233227629219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=8638325233227629219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/8638325233227629219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/8638325233227629219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/abaya-saved-my-day.html' title='Abaya Saved My Day'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSX0GrFvdHI/AAAAAAAAACg/GbQ8CKtHRQ4/s72-c/marc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-4382650461896471764</id><published>2008-11-19T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:21:59.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>The Bad Effect Of My Bakals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSSfePKPFZI/AAAAAAAAABs/9GnyjtV0j_s/s1600-h/br.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270512805744678290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSSfePKPFZI/AAAAAAAAABs/9GnyjtV0j_s/s400/br.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;aving these bakals (bakals as my own term for my braces) for almost a year now, I have to say that my pearly white teeth have improved. Really. Having this is really memorable because my ex-bf and I had to undergo these bakals at the same time. That same night was a Regal-Shocker-Moment for us as we literally gone wild fighting like lions. (naks, nostalgia. And Mr. Bottle, babe if you're reading this, it's just an entry to my blog okay? It has nothing to do with my love for you. I love you babe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway going back, yup, my teeth have improved 10x but having bakals is a lot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mouth sores ( I hate it big time)&lt;br /&gt;2. uneasy moments (specially when newly adjusted)&lt;br /&gt;3. mis-pronounced words (like s to sh, b to v, plus over flowing saliva on the side. hassle pare!)&lt;br /&gt;4. tinga everywhere (you would'nt want to go on a date with a spinach on one of the brackets)&lt;br /&gt;5. eating corn on a cob, chicharon, and bulalo (badtrip)&lt;br /&gt;6. kissing (damn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course... (drum roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. sucking. (i admit it. let me tell you a story about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One steamy afternoon... a very very steamy afternoon... Mr. Bottle and I played with each other, like kids experimenting the human anatomy. When it was my turn to play with his 'you know' (ang labo haha), I accidentally scratched his cute birdie with my braces. So just imagine how painful it is for him? Good thing it was just a scratch and it didn't cause bleeding or anything but the thought that you've hurt someone you love while making love because of 'bakals' makes it really awkward for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bottle said:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;ouch. babe, masakit&lt;/em&gt;" (babe that hurts)&lt;br /&gt;All I could say was:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Sorry Babe!"&lt;/em&gt; (with a peace sign with a sweet smile that could melt him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing we're both naturally malibog (horny lads), we still continued. Also, since I'm the one who goes inside him, he won't be using his wonderful birdie for any pene. (peace babe! i'll bring you flowers later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't get into details ofcourse. You guys are old enough and gay enough just like my mom (sorry mom but you really are bading &lt;gay&gt;. i love you mom) to understand what happens during those steamy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yes I admit it, I'm really not good in sucking so yeah it really is my fault. I'd rather fuck than suck (pucha KurantMaster how open could you get in writing your blogs haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have braces, please be careful. You could go slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: guys I'm really not like this loco. This is just another face (like Ali Larter's role in Heroes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you think of any circumstances where you or your partner's braces got caught up somewhere? I'd love to hear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-4382650461896471764?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4382650461896471764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=4382650461896471764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/4382650461896471764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/4382650461896471764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-effect-of-my-bakals.html' title='The Bad Effect Of My Bakals'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSSfePKPFZI/AAAAAAAAABs/9GnyjtV0j_s/s72-c/br.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454436274319054877.post-7132938476225086821</id><published>2008-11-18T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:32:06.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it starts now...</title><content type='html'>I've never been a better person until I met my Mr. Bottle. He was committed then, I was single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I was hired in a not so nice company (apparently I thought it was okay to be part of a starting/struggling company, but it all turned out to be a disaster). Mr. Bottle spotted me, I spotted him. It so happen that he was a batchmate of my loving bestfriend, Leila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as I said he was committed then. A three year commitment to a nice guy. As for me, I just came from a sudden break up. Mr. Bottle caught my eyes as he's somehow an epitome of a GQish guy (a GQ guy for me is someone who's really neat, fresh looking, knows-how-to-carry-his-self-guy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short, he then became my loving babe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270434560838687170" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSRYTyK7WcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/F73v1FL_2Ws/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 2008 has been a good year for me. But I don't want to be left out not sharing the remaining experiences that I and Mr. Bottle have and would experience in the coming and remaining days of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Kurant Master and your loving Mr. Brightside, and welcome to my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454436274319054877-7132938476225086821?l=kurantmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7132938476225086821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454436274319054877&amp;postID=7132938476225086821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/7132938476225086821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454436274319054877/posts/default/7132938476225086821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurantmaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-it-starts-now.html' title='And it starts now...'/><author><name>kurant.master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15605668713214573802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/STQlOIiFS6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nC8z2JZLVe4/S220/yey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y_8o0eDDcg/SSRYTyK7WcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/F73v1FL_2Ws/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
